Bird of Breath: Four Rubai

Bird of Breath

سەردەفتەرێ وەصفێن تەیە دیباجەیێ دلیەک قەطرە ژ لوطفا تەیە سیراجەیێ دلذکرێ تە دکت دوڕ و ضیا لەهجەیێ دلطەیرێ نەفەسا های و هوویا لەهجەیێ دل A…

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Harmony

Harmony

Her cooking is the honeycombthat keeps him succulent.He is seated, King Kong, at the head of the table,she is unseen, in the kitchen,sweating in holy…

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New Summer Moon

New Summer Moon

The pill passes fondly between hands, Overhead the sky is filled with the wretched screaming of some thousands of cicadas,The stars gather watching.  It is bright…

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I always…

I always…

i always eat the same foodsrice and beans and a side of something or otheri always go to the same placediners with coffee, greek salads…

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My Teeth

My Teeth

In my dreams, my teeth commonly crackand fall out of my mouth. When my gumsgive way, there is a soft crumbling, a gritty feelingas I…

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In the Jardín Etno-Botánico

In the Jardín Etno-Botánico

Snaking through mesquiteand saguaro, a long lineof jibber-jabber, pink-necked tourists mufflethe words of the Zapotecguide who shows usa geometry of amaranthand maize we have always…

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Riverside

Riverside

After “Spanish Lady”, Irish traditional White crane walking like a bagOut of the hatch of rosemary.The white crane tugs and fades.Two brothers love the same…

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Isaiah Berlin Museum

Isaiah Berlin Museum

Only barbarians are notcurious about where they comefrom, how they came to be wherethey are, where they appear to begoing, whether they wish to gothere,…

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The Remuneration

The Remuneration

1928: My grandfather, a civil servantin British India, surveyed Sirsa District on camel back. Irrigated fields reaped oats and barley in autumn,mustard and grams in…

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Sometimes I Feel Most Alone in the Subway

Sometimes I Feel Most Alone in the Subway

The sound of a warm body for a cold nightcan easily be mistaken for the hum of love,and maybe it was, for a second.This is…

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The Easy Way Out

The Easy Way Out

I rearrange my grandmother in loose-leaf pages,each poem a memory, a sterling trinket in a felt pouchI keep by my side, often touching it throughoutthe…

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Hand-Me-Downs

Hand-Me-Downs

You stand nakedalone in your roomlike a cradle.You step outinto the empty woods.You’re flying then a person appears, then anotheruntil a crowd is around you.Without…

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My Diary, My Alter ego

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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Asylum Melody

Asylum Melody

This baby, my gold. This banana plantation, hers.This wild bush, hers.This worm-laced dirt, hers. She will build me a house with wooden shutters and a…

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Death Of The Beast

Death Of The Beast

You think with his death there will be the trembling of heaven and earth, but no, only silence coming from the furrowed field, where He’d…

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Grandma

Grandma

Grandma moves sunflower-faced in the kitchen, her hands breaking like leaves. Outside, deer eat the flowers. Long stretches of land where we search for golf-balls,…

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Running

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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YOU UPEND THE WORLD: IN MEMORIAM, TULSA RACE MASSACRE 1921

IN MEMORIAM, TULSA RACE MASSACRE 1921

Memory is the sense of loss and loss pulls us after it.Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping The air tonight invites the dense warren of smoke from your…

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Live Fast or Die

Live Fast or Die

This is a perpetual mourning poem. If you were told to livefast, you’ll be aghast at life’s stretch,a thing too long for haiku, sinceelegies have…

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Meaningless Terabytes and Featherless Wings

Meaningless Terabytes and Featherless Wings

All this contradictory newsobviously spewsdigitized perplexities of truth: clattering electrons andcross-eyed geesesparkly and smartly sneezing liberal this, conservative that; flying smack-dabbit into windowstranslucent glass walls…

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